Even in the presence of God
seeing his glory, the awesome King
sitting on his throne
his robe descending, flowing out
into the sanctuary
filling the temple
Trembling, knowing I am mortal
that surely I should die
But I am still alive,
surely by grace alone
My impurity, my sin
has been burned away
reborn, even in the presence
in the awesome courts of the Most High
And, in hearing His call
“Whom shall we send?”
I must respond,
“Here I am; Send me!”
April 19, 2009
Isaiah 6:1-8
and
John 3:1-17
Romans 8:12-17
Advanced Lay Speaker class
April 18, 2009
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Still Alive
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